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signed to do the play.” He blinked, stared at me, but he wasn’t seeing me for a fraction of a minute. I waited. Was he about to break? I prepared to move back before he took the devastating step of pushing me away.
    His vision cleared. He didn’t move. “I know what I’m going to do,” he said. “The play. I know how to get into Antony’s head.” He smiled. “And it’s the best revenge I can think of.”

Chapter Three
    T roy
    I strode to the theater the next day in a completely different frame of mind to the night before. I had no doubt that my mother had intended to remind me who was boss, who still owned me. That alone made me want to fight back. Maybe this time I’d win.
    She’d told me that as I’d left to live with my father. I was meant to pay one of the visits the court had ordered, but I never came back. Once I’d told my father what my mother’s friends had done, he called her and told her he knew, threatening to expose them if she didn’t agree to let him keep me.
    She didn’t care enough to fight him. Thank fuck. At eleven I was already stronger and taller than most boys of my age, so I was outgrowing my novelty value. So she showed up last night to force me into compliance. Maybe she wanted me back, now I had value as a social asset. She lived in her own world, made her own rules. How could she ever imagine something like that? After the play she’d sent texts. I ignored them, and didn’t tell Cassie. She might have murdered my mother in her bed. Judging by the fury in my lover’s eyes when I confessed my secret, she might well have done that.
    I didn’t deserve a woman like that. I’d expected her to leave after I told her. Even confessing what was done made me feel tainted. But she didn’t. She stayed. We slept together all night. Although I still wore the pajamas and T-shirt, she remained naked, and I could roam her body with my hands. In the early hours of the morning I made love to her again, and then curled her into my arms, her back to my front. Maybe later we could both stay naked. But from the effort it had taken me just to let her touch my naked waist, I knew I couldn’t push things too far.
    If blow jobs were my reward, I’d keep going.
    Cassie was mine. I wanted–– needed–– to hold her and keep her, the urge almost impossible to deny. But she was proud. Although she’d let me buy her a few things and take her to dinner at places she couldn’t afford, she wouldn’t give up her waitressing jobs. Not one of them. I’d called my old man, and asked him to use his influence at the museum, but so far, nothing had happened there. I wanted her happy and relaxed—and with me.
    Now more than ever.
    Ignoring the few fans who clustered around the stage door, apart from a nod and telling them, “Shouldn’t you be in school?” I went through to the dressing rooms and tapped the one belonging to Sonia. Her dresser opened the door. I knew she’d be in this morning, because she’d said her costumes needed altering. After giving them a good workout, I’d guessed as much.
    The dresser let me in, and I went to where Sonia was standing in one of her costumes, one arm raised while the dresser pinned and tucked, and I kissed her cheek. “Morning.”
    She gave me a jaded look. “So it is.”
    “You know you have a beautifully shaped head. Not many actors would go bald for a part.”
    She shrugged. “It’ll grow back. I never wear it long, in any case. Too much bother.” Her English accent rang out, crisp and clear. The voice that had created a thousand parts, and now the face that launched a thousand ships. No, that was Helen of Troy, not Cleopatra.
    “I got it.”
    She paid me more attention. “Tell me.”
    I didn’t have to explain. She was one of the best actresses of her generation and she’d been acting me off the stage. Now I had the answer and while I didn’t know if I could come up to her standards, I could give her a run for her money. “I need to get inside a